Of the Rich and Poor

Chapter One Part One

A/N: Okay, so  this is here story is the consequence of being bored on a Friday in school. Y'all get to decide if I should continue it or just stop right here. There is a bit of language, but that's just because Chase is an angry kiddo ^_^ she also has a French accent b/c she's French, so imagine Chase with a French accent while reading.

Chase Blanc on the side ------>

Chapter One

Chase's POV

            "Oh, poop! I'm gonna be late!" I exclaimed as I looked at my black Hello Kitty watch.

            I stuffed the last little bit of toast I had left in my mouth and stormed out of my little humble apartment.

            "Dammit, this is what I get for sleeping late." I muttered to myself.

            I rounded the corner that led out of the apartment building and continued to run towards the parking lot.

            As I reached my shiny black 69 Dodge Challenger G/T, I searched my school bag for the keys only to remember that I had left them in my uniform skirt I wore yesterday.

            "Gosh dammit, motherfucking, cock sucker," I swore in irritation, I didn't have a lot of time and I was getting more and more pissed off.

            Great, I'm gonna have to hot wire my baby. What? I love this car; he's my baby.

            I pulled the driver's door handle only for it to be locked. At this point, I felt like punching the wall and kicking some ass. I did not have time for this!

            I took a bobby pin out of my darkish blonde hair and bended it out straight and proceeded to pick at the lock.

            In less than thirty seconds, I broke into my car. I looked at my watch again and it read, 8:45 A.M., and classes start in five minutes. Yeah, why wouldn't this happen to me?

            I quickly hot-wired General Lunz and sped away toward my school.

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            The only sounds in the empty hallways were my out of dress code bright orange high-top Converse. They might not match my uniform, but I love 'em because they're General Lee Converse. They have the '01' on the outside and right under the number, it says 'General Lee.' On the tongue, it has the confederate flag.

            I was panting from running too fast but the good thing is, since I'm at five ten, my legs cover more distance. Can you believe that my first block class is at the opposite of the parking lot?!

            Blasphemy, I say, blasphemy!

            I rushed by a clock that announced it was now nine am, meaning, I was late by ten minutes. Not good.

            My first block teacher, Mr. Wells, is not a joyful man when it comes to tardies. So, when I saw that I was coming awfully close to my French classroom, I stopped dead in my tracks to mull things over.

            Let's see, I've never been late or absent to his class, I was born and raised in France, and I know French like the back of my hand. Yeah, I think I can afford to skip French class today.

            I sighed as I patted down my black and gray plaid skirt and fixed the collar of my black uniform jacket outlined with white.